I have wanted the beautiful blue flowered chicory seen growing along the highways and bi-ways for years now.

I’ve been blessed in receiving one from the Higher Power this summer.

To the disdain of my neighbors, who have not one clover or other ‘wild’ flower in their yards, it found its root in my driveway of gravel….. and dirt….. and a conglomerate of plant life.

Of course, it chose my driveway for its sunny and rocky conditions, similar to that of the roadsides you see this beautiful blue flower bedazzling in the morning hours.

I haven’t figured out where best to relocate it and it still thrive, which I most definitely want it to do. Meanwhile, my son grumbles each time it is his turn to mow, which yes, includes my driveway, and he must go around my newly prized plant.

Do you have too much thyme on your hands? Personally, I don’t believe that is possible. Each day, it seems, I find myself going outdoors to gather herbs for the culinary creation of the moment, and find myself most often stopping to take snippets of thyme away with me.

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This morning thyme and effort were both instrumental in the success of a potato, ham and cheese skillet. Just ask my son, who devoured his and further polished off mine. Thyming, I have more and more come to realize, is everything. Baking. Broiling. Stove-top. Crock-pot. Whipped into Spreads. Tossed intoSalads. Think that covers it all? Here’s one for you. Popcorn. Ah, yes. Melted butter (or drizzled olive oil), Parmesan, and a bit of your thyme.